Old Loner

Her pillow was more than a ball of fluff,
He pillow was her, when nights got rough,
Her pillow assisted in keeping her tough,
Her pillow was her only friend.

Her sofa was more than a leather stand
Her sofa could literally hold her hand
Her sofa was all that could understand
Her sofa was her only friend

Her kitchen was more than a room full of food
Her kitchen, the only one who understood her mood,
Her kitchen was her very own neighbourhood,
Her kitchen was her only friend.

She put a smile on and tried to pretend,
To the kitchen, the sofa her pillow those friends,
That she wasn't lonely, It wasn't the end.
But she knew she was lying.